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Sevenus Snape x Regulus Black-- 7 Spells Cycle	By : bitterfig Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Bitterfig

Title: Time Enough

Pairing: Regulus Black/Severus Snape, Regulus Black/Lucius Malfoy

Summary: Regulus Black�s last days. Misplaced trust, and buying time.

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Beta Reader: Nzomniac

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, sex, dub con, allusions to incest and sexual situations between an adult and a child.

Disclaimer: I did not create these characters and I do not profit in any way from their use.

Author�s notes: 6/7 of a story cycle for 7spells. Prompt 2:5 �to the last syllable of recorded time.�

�memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit

Tom Waits

Time

Time Enough

            Regulus Black was eighteen years old. He had run out of time.

            The stony beach was chill in the mid-October night. Regulus was tired to the bone. For hours he�d been casting spells far beyond his capacity that somehow, fed by his desperation, had worked.

It had cost him everything. To get it, he�d crossed every boundary within himself. He�d used dark and unforgivable magic. A woman had been walking by the seaside as the sun went down. He�d trapped her with the Imperius Curse, made her drink poison for his sake. Whoever she had been, whatever her name was, he had reduced her to a body under his will, nothing more than the means to the ends he sought.

His only justification was that he had his prize. It hung around his throat, a piece of his Master�s soul. He would die, but he would take a part of Voldemort with him.

Something struck him, a bolt of pain, and he sank to the ground with the tide lapping at his robes and the wet, salty rocks pressed to his cheek. Looking up, he saw a man standing over him, tall and slender like a birch, his hair silver in the moonlight.

�Good evening, Regulus,� he said.

*****

Voldemort had wanted to see him.

            �I�m disappointed in you, Regulus,� the Dark Lord said. �Your family is one of the proudest and darkest in the Wizarding world, yet you�ve not distinguished yourself in my service, and your loyalties are questionable.� His long, pale finger traced the line of Regulus� cheekbone.

�You�re not as harmless as you seem, little Regulus,� Voldemort hissed softly. �I know to watch you; I was pretty once myself.� His face was handsome, yet horrible. He was a death mask--a red light burning in the empty shell of Tom Riddle�s body.

�It hasn�t escaped my attention that you�ve managed to attach yourself to my dear little Severus,� Voldemort went on. �He�s not much to look at or speak to, but he is one of my more powerful wizards. It hasn�t escaped my attention either that your mind is closed to me. And since you�ve taken up with Severus, his mind is closed as well. I don�t like my followers practicing Occlumency amongst themselves. Surely you can understand this.

�Since I can�t get inside your pretty head, how can I know you�re loyal. So I�ve devised a task for you, a way to prove your devotion.� He smiled almost lovingly and whispered in Regulus� ear. �I want you to kill Sirius Black. I want you to kill your brother.�

*****

Lying by on the rocks beside the sea, in the sea, Regulus was glad that of all of them Lucius Malfoy had been the one to track him down.

He hadn�t wanted the Lestrange brothers, brutal and taunting, to be the ones to capture him. He hadn�t wanted it to be the creepy little blond boys, Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier, with their angel faces and imaginative cruelty. He didn�t want to suffer horribly before he died. But it wasn�t just that. He was willing to suffer horribly, but not until the thing around his neck, the Horcrux, the piece of Voldemort�s soul, had been destroyed. That it was Lucius Malfoy, and Lucius alone, meant there might just be room for negotiation.

�Let me go, Lucius,� he said. �I can make it worth your while.�

�You�re a despicable traitor, Regulus,� Malfoy said coolly, �but you may say your piece. I won�t stop you.�

�You�re not a fanatic.� Regulus shut his eyes as he spoke. The wheeling stars overhead were too bright. �You�re smarter than that, too smart to risk everything on Voldemort. You don�t plan to fall if he does, do you? You�re taking steps to protect yourself. It can�t be easy. The Malfoys are pure, but you�re not rich--not like the Black�s--but that can change. I�m the heir; I control the family fortune. Let me go and you can have anything.�

�Voldemort would know,� Malfoy said.

�It can be transferred gradually, through Narcissa. She�s family. It won�t seem suspicious.�

�Even if I were to let you go, one of the others will find you soon enough, and it would all come out.�

�Anything that happens tonight, it�ll be our secret and you�ll be the Secret Keeper. You�ll be the only one who can tell.� With great effort, Regulus pulled himself up and stepped close to Malfoy. He was thin from months of drugs, haggard from bad magic and fear, his wet hair hanging lank in his face, but he smiled as beguilingly as he could. Smiled and looked at the older man through his eyelashes. �Do you remember when you were courting Cissa?� he purred. �When you visited our summer house? Do you remember what we did in the maze while Cissa and mother were at tea? I kept your secret then.�



*****

�He wants me to kill Sirius,� Regulus said vacantly. He was lying on the floor under the table, the tangle of his works still beside him. Candle and spoon, dropper and needle--a kind of magic all its own. He was numb and calm enough to handle anything, even what Voldemort wanted him to do.

�Then do it,� Severus said. He was agitated, pacing, an edge of hysteria to his voice.

Regulus shook his head. �Not my brother,� he said. �Not Sirius.�

�You�re nothing but a whore to Sirius Black,� Severus said. His teeth were ground together, his hands clenched, nails biting into his palms. He was angry, always so angry. Regulus closed his eyes. �And I was never even that much to him.�

�I may be a whore to him now,� Regulus said dreamily, �but we loved each other once.�

He�d had a plan, not so long ago. He�d found out about the Horcruxes, found a weakness in the Dark Lord. It was mid-October, and if this hadn�t happened, this order to kill Sirius, he could have gotten them out by Christmas. Now there simply wasn�t time. He wouldn�t be able to cripple Voldemort as he�d hoped, but he still might hurt him a little.

�We have to leave now,� Regulus said. �Within the next few days. That�s time enough. I can�t do everything I wanted to, but I think I can do enough.�

�You can�t even get off the floor, Regulus.� Severus was scowling, his voice low and fierce. �I�m going to go to Hogwarts. I�m going to talk to the Headmaster. I�ll get him to protect us, at least to protect you, even if I have to crawl at his feet and beg.�

Before Severus left, he made a purification potion to undo the damage months of heroin had done to Regulus� body. It was every junkie�s dream, no withdrawal, yet Regulus almost wished he�d never taken the stuff. It stole his calm. He felt the press of time like a physical constriction. It scarcely let him breathe. Time ran so fast without the drugs to slow it down, and there was so much he needed to do if he was going take even the smallest piece out of Voldemort. So much he needed to do if he was going to save even one of them, himself, Severus, or Sirius.

Or Bellatrix.

*****

Silvery hair falling across his face, lips parted. Regulus could almost have found Malfoy beautiful, but he was numb. More numb even than when he was high, smack addled and pin-eyed. As if the parts of his brain that carried fear and anger and shame and even grief had glowed so bright for so long that they had burned out like a light bulb filament.

Malfoy�s hand hooked his belt, drew him near. Bruising kisses, it was going to hurt. Malfoy wouldn�t beat him to a bloody pulp like the Lestranges would have, but Regulus remembered he could be cruel. It didn�t matter; he was too tired. Leaning heavily against Malfoy, he drifted into semi-consciousness as the man�s hands prowled over his body pulling open his clothes.

Malfoy pushed him to the ground, pinned him against the stony shore. He entered Regulus harshly, abruptly, without preparation. It was painful, but Regulus could stand it. He could take being fucked by his cousin�s husband. He had done it before, six years before at the summer house. He�d been twelve years old.

I never had any virtue to uphold, he thought. He could do this if it would only buy him a little more time.

*****

Severus had warned him not to trust Bellatrix, but he could not leave his cousin behind. She was pregnant--in six months, there would be a child. It was wrong for a child to live in darkness and madness. Regulus knew that too well. He had to tell her he was leaving, to ask her to come with him. He had to give her that choice.

The shadows of twilight played across her lovely face.

�He asked you to kill Sirius,� she gasped. She was shocked; she had loved Sirius too until he left. She didn�t want him to die any more than Regulus did. She drew him to her, his head against her breast. She stroked his hair, her cheek pressed to his forehead. �My own sweet boy,� she sighed. �My precious little cousin. When I brought you into this, I only wanted for us to be together. I never dreamed the Dark Lord could be so cruel.�

Her scent, her touch, as always, made him dizzy, but he knew she was lying. She�d handed Severus over to Voldemort�s most brutal ministrations long before she�d turned her attentions to her precious little cousin. She knew what Voldemort was, and Regulus knew what she was, but he had to give her the choice.

�I�m leaving,� he said. �The night after tomorrow, I�m going to disappear. You should come with me, Bella. You don�t want your child to grow up under Voldemort�s influence.�

�And what about Severus?�

In telling her his plans, Regulus had put himself in her hands. Part of him trusted her; part of him believed that in her heart the family meant more to her than the Dark Lord. He trusted her with his life because his life was without worth. He could not trust her with a life that did have value, if only to him.

�Severus is Voldemort�s man,� he said. �I haven�t told him anything about this.�

Bellatrix smiled and kissed him. It had been months since they�d kissed. He�d drawn back from all his lovers and kept to Severus, but if kissing him let her believe that he was done with Severus, that mattered more than fidelity.

Because Severus was right about her, she couldn�t be trusted. Even as her lips were against his, he felt her wand against his throat, and when she drew away, she spoke a curse, and the dark red electricity of it ripped through his body.

He knocked her wand from her hand, but she clung to him. He staggered to his feet, trying to push her away, finally striking her. He was horrified to be manhandling a pregnant woman, but he was more horrified when he started vomiting blood. The Lestrange brothers appeared in the doorway, drawn by her screams, wands at the ready. Regulus finally cast his cousin off him. He could not Apparate inside her house. He stepped onto the window ledge and fell through the glass into the night.

*****

It was not Lucius Malfoy�s body but time that pressed upon him. The mad rush of minutes wasted as he waited for the man to finish with him. Then there would be the magic, the transfer of funds, the sealing of secrets. Then he would find out if he had once again been mistaken in trusting.

Bellatrix had been his first mistake, his worst mistake. He had brought the Death Eaters down upon him and cut his time even closer. He had clues as to where the Horcruxes were hidden, clues but not specifics. Some of his leads were false--or he was not clever enough to follow them-- but in the seaside cave he had found his prize. When he turned his head, he could see the pendant lying on the stones, its chain encircling his throat.

Malfoy convulsed in orgasm then for a moment fell still, a dead weight against, on top of, and inside of Regulus. It was a moment that felt almost like tenderness and, for all his numbness, Regulus felt � felt a longing to cling to that tenderness as sharp and as painful as a physical wound.

Then, mercifully, the moment passed. Malfoy got to his feet, pulled his robes back around him, and conjured a quill and a scroll. There was business to be done, spells to be cast, and he had everything to gain. Regulus signed where he was instructed, knowing when they were done that Malfoy could easily hand him over to the Death Eaters, losing nothing in the process.

Malfoy whispered a spell, and a pure white flame consumed the scroll. The deal was done.

�Go,� Malfoy said.

�You�re going to let me go?� Regulus said in disbelief.

�I have everything that matters,� Malfoy said coldly. �I�ll leave someone else the hollow glory of being the one to bring you in.�

Regulus didn�t know why Malfoy was honoring their bargain. He was prideful; perhaps it thrilled him to deceive Voldemort. Maybe he cared only for his own gain. Maybe it amused him to let Regulus run, like a cat playing with a mouse. Maybe, in his twisted heart, he cared a little.

All his life, Regulus had cleaved to others to keep from being alone with his fear. First, his mother who balanced her kisses with screaming and hair pulling and bed without dinner. Then his brother, Sirius, whom he had held close long after the time had come to grow apart. Held with devotion, with servitude, held with sex when nothing else was left. There were tricks and love affairs, where sex was the only thing. These carried him day to day, sometimes hour to hour. Then there was Severus whom he�d wanted to love properly, for both their sakes.

�Lucius,� Regulus said. �When I�m gone, will you take care of Severus?� Malfoy�s pale, cold eyes were unreadable. �He�s powerful; Voldemort�s said so himself. He would be valuable to you. He would be a valuable ally.�

�You poor, sad little creature,� Malfoy said. �You won�t last a day.�

He lasted long enough. There was time enough for the Horcrux, time enough.

�You�re out of luck, Reggie baby.� Rabastan Lestrange hissed into his ear.

�Out of luck and out of time,� Rodolphus Lestrange cooed in his other ear. Rodolphus� hand was at his throat, but the pendant was gone.
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